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It started off as a normal morning for Louis.

He woke up at five in the morning when the bell rang. His roommate, Niall, would hiss as a joke when the lights automatically turned on and Louis would laugh along with him.

He’d brush his teeth and head to the showers, where he’d meet up with Zayn who would be floating and waiting for him outside. They’d talk until Niall would show up, along with Liam and his muscle-y goodness. They’d all goof off in the showers and the head back to their rooms, where they’d change into uniforms and head to classes.

Louis wasn’t really a big fan of his classes. Since half of them were major subjects, such as pre-calculus and English, while the other half were classes tailored specifically for his ‘type’, he’d much rather prefer just doing the first half.

You see, these ‘tailored’ classes were not normal things. You may be thinking of a musical class or language, but this was not the case.

Louis wasn’t normal.

No – the school wasn’t normal.

He had to make sure not to get angry, because oh lord, an angry Louis was not pretty. Let’s just say that when his eyes darken and the room starts getting hot, you should run.

But maybe that was because he was a demon.

Niall was always pinching his cheeks because he claimed they ‘lacked color’. Which they did. He was very pale, even during the summer.

But maybe that was because he was a vampire.

Zayn was never late to class, at all. If you were looking for him, you’d look up and never down because that’s where he always was.

But maybe that was because he could fly.

Liam was just – he was, let’s just say, very aware. His senses were heightened; taste, sight, touch, smell, hearing, ever since he’d gotten bitten at just the age of twelve. The naïve boy had grown to be one of the most courageous and amazing people Louis knew.

But maybe that was because he was a werewolf.

The group wasn’t something uncommon you’d see at their school. Kids would walk around with tails, horns, and cat ears, pulling tricks on another such as filling Niall’s locker with garlic and watching him run to the bathroom to throw up or gluing Zayn to his seat.

Not like Louis didn’t like the school.

He did.

It was just that he didn’t like how he’d ended up there.

His family, normal as could be, was not very happy when they found out about Louis’ ‘demonic ways’. It was hard to cover up the fact that your son nearly burned down his public school building or that his eyes would turn black if one of the kids pushed themselves into him.

And they got tired of it. His twin sisters thought it was cool that he could roast their marshmallows for them with his fingertips, but his parents just found it dangerous and a nuisance.

It wasn’t Louis’ fault that he was different. He didn’t ask to be called a ‘gateway to hell’ or whatever crappy insults his parents threw it him. They were done with it, he was done with it. So they basically exiled him to this school and here he was, thrown into a jungle with tons of people like him.

Everything was organized in such a way to prevent conflicts between different ‘species’. Supernaturals or ‘mythical creatures’ (Louis found this funny because they were very much real) were in one dorm wing and took their specialty classes together to expand their knowledge on what they were and learn how to control themselves.